There once was a brownie who had been bewitched into shape of a horse...
Here follows from a fairytale calender I write together with a poetry
friend. Otherwise in swedish, the latest hatch became english :
Now Santa shakes his horse head
How frightened! like a half dead
On two knees by the mirror
his third eye twinkles : Error!
For kisses Santa's heart bled
while elf lips painted head red
Our carousel comes late, late
since skating like this eight : 8
For every round a new face
Some sister also joined race
Through ice flames, small but well fed,
well, elvens nicely mislead
our Santa on Saturn's so heavy sharp blades
to capture next magic light Jupiter phase
wWw
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